The Body Making Factory

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A problem we may all have to face in the future.

Submitted: September 01, 2019

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"Organic Bodies For Sell!
Clone free. Program free. Micro-chip free.
100% chemical and artificial intelligence free.
Certified No-GMO. Made of pure flesh and bone.
External interference free to its destiny.
Powered by You."

On a sunny day, I went to a Body Making factory and hovered inside its showroom for some time, the sign on the top of the Organic section caught my eyes. I stopped and took a look. In front of me was a row of bodies in different sizes, ages, colors and genders respectively floating inside a tank. The price of each was labeled on the right top corner of the tank. The bodies were relative small or unattractive. Some bodies had crooked eyes or nose, shorter legs, square face, floppy skin...or anything the Cyborg section or Robot section would not have.

I sneered. I wondered in this year of 2032 who wanted to buy such Organic body to reincarnate and live in. There were so old-fashioned, outmoded and they should be a part of the antique collections instead of showing up here for sell. I looked at the prices, they were cheaper. But there were hardly any spirit (ghost, or soul whatever you called a person without body) took interest in them. I went to the most popular Cyborg section, and picked a female body with a micro-chip installed in the brain, steel-fiber alloyed in the spine, and genetic modified into pain-prove. Of course it has a pair of nice big breasts and a perfect curve as well. I paid at a high price and it was on a best selling list and was the last one left.

Now, my name is Megan. They called me Agent 0079. I like to dream and write, but now I have to go, as I am called, through my brain, to perform my Number 23 Mission in a capital city's Central train station. I will be there to shoot everyone down, any oldies, kids, women, and men and dogs and cats. As I have no pain. And I never cry. They said after this mission, they will terminate me from the headquarter. I can't disagree and I can't fight back. I am only a cyborg and a puppet.

I wonder maybe I should pick up an organic body next time. Maybe it will be outmoded, looks less attractive, stupider, but at least I can feel and cry again. And it is powered by me, and I control my own destiny.


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